Sad Boy's Sad Boy
-- CHARLES BERNSTEIN
I ruin my hats and all the mat slides glad
I hop my girls and all is skip again
I jump I run you up inside my truck
The car goes looping out in dark and light
And yellow hat slides in
I run my mats and all the girl slides glad
I hoped you skipped me into luck
And jump me black, ruin me glad
I jump I run you up inside my truck
I jump my slopes and all the dopes slide glad
I glide my luck and all is slip again
I jump my hopes and all the rope glides sad
I skip you jump the way you said
But I run old and sigh your name
I ruin my mats and all the girl slides glad
At least when luck hops it skips back again
A rune my mats and all the girls slide glad
I jump I run you up inside my truck
After "Mad Girl's Love Song" by Sylvia Plath
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/49514/sad-boys-sad-boy
Sad Not Sad Song for Missing Amy
God, I miss you, honey, and your little red car,
the bumper sticker I'd Rather Be Reading Bernstein --
& your joyful laugh. We don't know where you are.
Remember how we'd meet for poetry & coffee
in that ill-fated place across from Linda's?
God, I miss you, Amy darling, and your little red car.
Life fucked you & you fucked it back, baby, hard.
Made 2 kids, & poetry & bird baths & children's books
& your joyful laugh. Now we don't know where you are
because you're "dead" but I know in my bones
you're just transformed, your energy into sun & wind
& wildflowers & God. I miss you, woman, your red cars,
those mornings of poetry & dirt dishing & friendship,
evenings with wine & poetry & above all else your giggle, your
joyful laughter. We may not know where you are now
exactly, except everywhere & inside us &
& in poetry, & memory, & stories, your family &
God, & red convertibles, & all this missing you, lovely,
& your joyful laugh -- don't know where you are, dear,
but you ARE. You go on. & that's all that matters.
